The Lucid Friend
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; "
Edna St, Vincent Millay
to dark -a b y s s.
Frames of my life fade,
as my ashes -d i s s o l v e.
At the end of this -t u n n e l-
awaits a -l u c i d- friend in hood,
all pain vanishes at the -s u m m i t;
on mama's lap i doze to -a f t e r l i f e.
May 20, 2020
Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(Dear Heart)
Winner: Third Place
Copyright © Aditi Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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